I have a little kid with ADD in my head and I can't get him out. He is bugging the living shit out of me. I can feel him banging around in there, doing somersaults and drawing with crayons on the insides of my skull. But that's the way it is. When something in your life is going well, you can't just let yourself enjoy and relax... you have to over-analyze the shit out of it. Then you start targeting other areas of your life to bitch about.
That honor falls to my job. But I can't get into that too much. I have no idea who is reading this.
That's another thing... I am thinking of shutting down this page and going to greener pastures. I am constantly having to censor myself because I never know who could be reading. My last name got tied in there somewhere and I am constantly seeing searches leading to the page from my name. That is creepy. My diaryland name sucks donkey balls anyway. BETHANY9?!?!? Good one, idiot! I can't even remember choosing that. I was railroaded! I just love the d-landers that come here and I would hate to lose you all. What to do?
See, ADD kid. Running rampant. I can't even stay on topic.
A word of advice: Don't go see "Alfie." It is unwatchable. Now I think Jude Law is sexier than socks on a rooster, but he talks straight into the camera the whole time, which is a movie pet peeve. It takes you out of the illusion that you are just observing a real person's life. Mike and I walked out halfway through it. I have never done that before... honestly, I wasn't all that psyched to see Alfie anyway. It was a compromise. He didn't want to see "Ray," which is what I really wanted to see, and I sure as hell didn't want to see "Saw." See Saw! Get it! Der! That is the antithesis of any movie I would ever watch. I abhor violence. But yeah, sign me up for a movie where a guy has to cut off his own foot to escape. Sounds like fun for the whole family!
On the topic of movies, I finally saw Shrek 2 on Sunday. Mommy like! It was so cute and the pop culture references were abundant, which I always enjoy. I didn't watch any of the extras, since I was feeling pretty amorous after cuddling on the couch for hours, ahem, TMI. So I'll have to get my movie pirate, ARRRR, to burn me a copy.
The boy is trying to get me to go see "The Spongebob Squarepants Movie" this weekend. I tried. I tried hard to watch it for a few minutes, and I was so annoyed. He likes it so much, it makes me wonder about his sanity. Does anyone else out there love Spongebob and I am just missing the boat? I guess I prefer the hit-you-over-the-head and the slip-in-pop-culture-reference humor of Family Guy. I liked Ren & Stimpy. Spongebob reminds me of an unfunny Ren & Stimpy. But I'll go. He'll pay. Literally and for days to come. I am going to milk it for a favor or two. And if I end up liking it, I'll never admit it. I am a sore loser.
As for the weekend, pretty hum drum. Went out for a "nice dinner" over near Rush and State. We didn't plan ahead so the waits at Gibsons, Hugos and Mortons were ridiculous. We ended up at Blue Agave, a glorified Pepe's... but it was perfect. I got a nice little buzz and ended up leaving my purse there. We got all the way back and there I was, sans phone, credit cards and my favorite MAC lip gloss. I noticed the lip gloss first. So we had to drag our asses back downtown. I made it up to him. Saturday was horrendous. I detest waiting on someone to call, and that's all I did all day. I am not getting into it. Sunday more than made up for my shitty Saturday. Got a lovely breakfast, Greek Style. You know those family restaurants whose menus are the size of War and Peace... those kinds of places that ask if you if you want coffee "hon"... the type of eatery where there is a dessert case in front of the door... I love those places! I used to work in one for three years, the three years I gained 50 pounds due to extra thick alfredo sauce. Spent the rest of the day on the couch, which is actually fun if you have someone to rest your head on. I had forgotten that.
Right now, I am downloading the B96 playlist. Why, you ask? Nick is DJing a middle school dance, and I am trying to help him out with what the kids will like. All these songs are pretty fucking bad. I just got done listening to Lindsay Lohan's "Rumors." The song blows. It just blows. Is she even really singing? There is no talent anywhere in this song!!!! The lyrics infuriate me because she'd be WAY more upset if no one paid any attention to her. Rumors are what keep the spotlight on you, bitch! I want to stab her with a fork. It is sad what is passing for music these days. Screw lyrics. Screw a good bass line. Screw artistic integrity. Let's see what anorexic bitch we can get to shake it in two band aids and a washcloth on TRL.
End rant.
These made me giggle like a 8 year old boy.